Our senses are basically filters. Reality could contain an enormous amount of information, but our nervous system only lets a tiny fraction of it reach our conscious experience.
I wished to be even half as brave as her, she always made me felt braver than I was, giving me reasons to keep going, she had a light to her that made everyone feel better, but looking at her now, she didn't make me feel brave. It made me feel hollowed out, empty, terrified.